Page 51 of Negotiating Tactics

“This is it. It’s my pussy that smells so sweet and tastes even sweeter,” he mumbled, his lips grazing my hair-covered mound.

Before I could speak, he snaked his tongue out, teasing my protruding pearl before he delved deeper, tracing the length of my slit with his tongue.

As he worked, he lifted one of my legs into his shoulder, held me tight as he tortured me with his tongue.

I gripped his shoulders tight, not trying to hide my reaction.

Not even wanting to.

Besides, I knew if I did try to hide it, he would drive me insane, wouldn’t relent until he left me a breathless, begging mess.

Noah took pride in making me come until I forgot everything but his name, and I certainly appreciated his efforts.

“Are you going to be good and come for me?” he whispered, his warm breath against my wet flesh making me shiver, the slight pain from the way his fingers gripped my thighs so tightly only intensifying the feeling.

“Like I could stop myself if—” I cut off on a low moan as the climax came over me, my flippant response lost on a wave of tremors.

Through it all, he held me, lapping at my sex until the tremors subsided. After a few moments, he lowered my leg to the floor, then stood and kissed me.

I returned the kiss passionately.

I couldn’t get enough of the way I tasted on his lips.

But Noah didn’t let the moment stretch.

He broke the kiss and turned me, pushing my back to the front door. I watched as he moved in fluid, practice moves to open his pants, sheath his deliciously thick length, and then grab my thigh.

He entered me without ceremony, his eyes lasered to mine as he thrust wildly, imprisoning me between the door and his hardness.

His face was focused, his body unrelenting, and with a few skillful thrusts, he sent me flying apart.

That wasn’t enough for Noah. He kept thrusting, his face intent as I clung to him.

“You owe me one more,” he said, his voice as tense as his taut muscles.

I groaned as he gripped my hips, lifting me and angling my hips so that he dove even deeper. I clung to him, not thinking it was possible to come again, but soon finding myself climbing, climbing, climbing until Noah thrust hard, his cock jerking inside of me and sending me to my own release.

I clung to him, felt an aching sense of loss when he pulled out and lowered my feet to the floor.

He kissed my nose, then smiled at me.

“Let’s get cleaned up and then have some vegetarian lasagna,” he said.

I smiled at him. “I didn’t say I was sharing my lasagna with you.”

He gave me a luminous smile that made my heart stutter. “I think I can convince you.”

“We’ll see,” I said with a laugh and then headed toward the bathroom.

Twelve

Alex

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Noah asked a couple of hours later.

I had shared my lasagna, though I hadn’t made him work that hard to convince me.

After dinner, he’d sat with me on my reclaimed couch and watched an episode of my favorite court drama, even though he hated that couch with every fiber of his being.

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